Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by X-102. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.